Pretty Kitty

The next day, Harry awoke slowly. His eyes flickered open and he smiled to himself, stretching languidly, arms sliding up and body elongating. The covers, already down to his waist due to the hot weather, slipped lower.

Jingle. Harry scowled to himself, reminded of his collar.

“Well, isn't this a pretty sight?” a voice suddenly broke through his satisfied sleepiness, and Harry bolted upright, eyes wide as he stared at George, who was sat on the edge of his bed, watching him with an amused smile and his chin propped up on a hand.

“Shut up,” Harry mumbled in defence, causing George to snort with laughter and move fully onto the bed, tugging the drapes around the bed closed again. Harry watched warily as George crawled on all fours towards him, eyes fiery. Harry felt his own breath catch in response to the heated gaze and knowing smirk.

However, before George reached Harry, the curtains were yanked open.

“Harry, mate, are yeh ever-” Seamus stopped mid-speech to stare down at the two, George nearly on top of Harry. George turned to Seamus, pleasant smile promising pain if the Irish lad didn't run as far away as possible.

Seamus made a face and allowed the curtains to fall closed. However, the damage had already been done, and Harry was once again aware that he was surrounded by his dorm mates. George sighed at the look in his lover's eyes, bending down to give Harry a good-morning kiss.

“Morning, my jealous little kitten,” George murmured against his lips, causing Harry to push him away, sticking his tongue out at the redhead. George merely chuckled and captured the tongue in between his own lips, sucking on it heartily. Harry gasped, hands moving up to clutch at George's biceps.

Neville tripped over something outside the privacy of the drapes, and Harry jolted away, blushing, and pushed George out of the bed. George groaned, turning to glare at Neville. He might have had a chance if the chubby boy hadn't ruined it.

“Stop glaring at Neville and go back to your own dorm!” Harry called from inside the drapes, not willing to get out of bed and change until George had gone. George sighed and trudged back out of the dormitory, ignoring the grins Seamus and Dean exchanged.

He'd catch Harry on the way to breakfast.

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“Don't worry Harry, he's gone,” Seamus called through the drapes, and Harry flushed brilliantly when he heard the Irish teen, remembering the embarrassment of having him star in various dreams, and now witnessing Harry and George's exchange. He'd barely made eye contact with him last night, unable to look at him in case Seamus somehow knew.

Harry crawled out of his bed, moving to the trunk sitting at the foot of it and pulling out his school uniform. Seamus and Dean both sat on Harry's vacated bed, still staring at the tail waving about and the twitching ears on the top of his head. Harry glared at the both of them.

“You look very cute,” Seamus told him, as if Harry would be thrilled to hear it. Harry hissed at them and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door and slumping against it. Well, at least he'd handled that well, no embarrassing blushing to give away what he'd thought of Seamus that summer.

Harry peeled himself away from the door and moved to turn on the shower, stepping into the warmth and sighing at the thought of being nice and clean.

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“So, where is he?” George asked when Ron sat down next to him on a sofa in the common room. Ron shrugged, resting his head on his arms that were stretched behind him.

“Just got out of the shower when I came down. I swear, no-one else is gonna get a chance to shower with him around,” Ron said. “I'm getting up dead early just to get in there.” George laughed, shaking his head. Harry's need for hygiene amused him greatly, he'd had plenty of fun spending hours in the bathroom at Grimmauld Place, just to hear Harry getting frustrated at him.

“How'd it happen, anyway?” Seamus asked, sitting across from them on one of the armchairs, Dean sitting on the arm of the chair. George and Ron exchanged looks, both trying to remember the excuse they'd come up with for Harry's change, Mrs Weasley not wanting anyone to go around blaming Ginny, feeling the girl had learned her lesson from being shunned nearly all summer for her stunt.

“Erm, well-”

“It was another of Fred and George's pranks,” Hermione's voice saved them from having to actually answer, as the girl smacked the two upside the head lightly for forgetting. Why did she always have to save them? “Only they didn't have a cure for it, thought it'd wear off or some sort of nonsense.”

Seamus and Dean grinned, apparently buying it, despite the rather poor explanation they had come up with. A prank would be easy to reverse, after all.

“Sounds like the twins all right,” Seamus said. “I do give you my thanks, he makes one fit cat-boy.” Seamus didn't notice how George's eyes narrowed, or how Dean looked away, face hardening slightly. Hermione rolled her eyes, already predicting a bloodbath full of humiliating spells cast at Seamus if she didn't drag George away.

“George, I need to talk to you and Fred, come to think of it. It's about how you're not going to enlist first years to test your products,” Hermione said sternly, grabbing George's arm and hauling him off the sofa. George frowned, trying to tug his arm from Hermione's grip. When Hermione sent Ron a glare, he groaned in irritation and stood to help the girl.

Together, the two manhandled George back up to the seventh year boy's dormitory, where Fred was lying on his bed, dozing.

“Wake up Fred, you shouldn't be asleep!” Hermione exclaimed, horrified at the thought of someone going back to sleep when they had classes. Fred shot up at the shrill words, rubbing his eyes.

“I wasn't ‘sleep, just resting my eyes,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. Ron snorted and George just sighed, turning to Hermione and raising an eyebrow.

“What do you want, anyway? I wasn't going to hurt him or anything, just tell him to keep his hands off our kitten,” George told her, earning a disbelieving look from Hermione. “...And, maybe, get him back later, or something.”

Ron was explaining to a rather confused Fred what Seamus had said, causing Fred to frown and look up at George.

“Forge, that's the thing... what are we going to say about us and Harry?” Fred asked. Hermione made an approving sound, clearly glad that someone was thinking straight, even if she was surprised that it was Fred, not George.

“That's exactly why I dragged you away, George. Incest is illegal, and your... 'threesome',” Hermione blushed lightly when Ron and George sniggered. “Isn't going to be as accepted as it was at Grimmauld. Harry's already under enough suspicion for being an insane attention-seeker, and you're always under suspicion in case you prank someone. All in all, none of you are particularly popular, no matter how hilarious people find you two when you're not humiliating them.”

“I think we sort of need Harry up here for this, don't you Hermione?” Fred asked, rather bitter at being reminded that they just couldn't parade around as a trio together. George was looking away, jaw clenched, looking about as happy as Fred felt.

“Right. Ron, go and get him would you?” Hermione asked, and Fred rolled his eyes, having hoped he could get rid of both of them. But it seemed Hermione had plans to stick around for the whole conversation. He knew she was Harry's best friend, but he never realised she was this much of a busy-body when it came to Harry or the twins.

“No need,” Harry's voice made them all turn to look at the doorway, where Harry stood, looking rather put-out, ears flat against his head and tail drooping. “Heard from Seamus that you manhandled George up here, thought I'd see what all the commotion was about.”

Fred leant forward, elbows propped on his knees and fingers entangled in his red hair. George let out a gutsy sigh, collapsing on his own bed, while Ron shuffled anxiously, awkward at having to witness something that should be between the lovers. He knew that he and Hermione shouldn't be there, but Hermione showed no signs of leaving, and would possibly make it worse if he wasn't around to stop her.

“I guess... we'll just have to be friends, right?” Harry asked, voice a bit strained. Fred and George stood at the same time, rushing to Harry and grabbing him in their arms.

“No, there's no way we're gonna be 'just friends'!” Fred said, voice fierce.

“Out of the question!” George agreed, nodding and then burying his face in Harry's wild hair.

“Not when I lo-” Fred stopped mid-sentence, tensing slightly. Harry and George's heads shot up to stare at the teen, who was looking anywhere but at them.

“Like you so much, Harry,” Fred finally said, finishing his sentence. George fixed him with a pointed look, but he just shrugged, tearing his gaze away from George and loosening his arms from around Harry. George didn’t buy it for a second, and it seemed that neither did Harry, if the raised eyebrows were any indication.

“Look, we might have to pretend to be just friends in public, but we can still be around each other all the time! And even, well, maybe one of us could pretend to be your boyfriend. Not like anyone but you can tell us apart anyway, so...” Fred nodded along with George's idea.

“Yeah, we'll say you and George are in a relationship. It means I can still snog the living daylights out of you if I want- no-one'll know the difference!” Fred said reassuringly, stroking Harry's hair. George looked at him for a moment, obviously gauging Fred's reaction to who would be with Harry in public.

“You sure you don't mind?” George asked. Fred grinned and shook his head. George probably deserved it more than he did, what with Fred's sudden hesitation. So bloody stupid.

Harry didn't look particularly happy, but then, neither did Fred or George. The situation wasn't ideal, but it would enable them both to be around Harry and act like they'd done for the better part of the summer holidays.

One of Harry's hands fisted in Fred's shirt as he burrowed his head against the redhead's shoulder, and Fred sighed, stroking Harry's ears gently. He barely registered Ron finally pulling Hermione out of the room.

“Guess we better get down to breakfast, we're late as it is,” George finally said, reaching out for Harry's and Fred's hands, squeezing them for a moment before dropping Fred's and guiding Harry to the door. Fred walked after them, averting his eyes from where Harry and George's hands were entwined. Maybe the suggestion had been a bad idea on his part, but it would benefit them, and would keep Harry happy.

George suddenly stopped as they were walking down the stairs to the common room, and looked about to check no-one was around. He then turned, wrapped an arm around Fred's shoulder, and pulled his twin in for a gentle kiss. Fred smiled and leant into George, feeling Harry come up to wrap an arm around his waist.

After a few moments of not moving, allowing himself to be surrounded by the warmth of his lovers, he pulled away, feeling slightly happier than he had before.

“Right, let's stop this little pity-fest and get down to breakfast. I'm starving.”

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“Fred.” Fred's head jerked up from where he was hastily scribbling down some nonsense on the Potions work he was supposed to have completed that summer, but hadn't. Why had he bothered to keep on with that subject?

Oh yeah, because George had insisted it would be such a good idea.

“Hey,” Fred greeted his twin, who sat down next to him. He was outside, soaking up the sun while they still could. The lake rippled from the breeze, the tree he was leaning against creaking.

“You still haven't done that?” George asked incredulously, gesturing to the work. Fred grinned sheepishly, and George sighed, delving into his bag. Fred brightened up, knowing what George was finding.

“Thanks so much, brother o' mine,” Fred exclaimed, relieved, when George handed him his completed Potions essay to copy. George rolled his eyes, leaning over to rest his head on Fred's shoulder as the teen leaned back on the tree, spelling George's parchment to hover in front of him as he began reading it.

“So, what was with before?” George finally asked, hand idly tracing circles on Fred's clothed stomach. Fred made a questioning sound, knowing exactly what George was getting at, but not wanting to talk about it when he himself didn't have an answer.

“You know what I'm talking about. You love Harry,” George said, not looking at Fred. Fred sighed and looked down at George, only seeing the orange hair the teen was hiding behind.

“Well... yeah. But so do you, although you've got a funny way of showing it,” he replied accusingly. George lifted his head and rolled his eyes, the hand on Fred's stomach moving to rest on his hip, arm lying across Fred. Fred absently kissed his forehead. “I love you too, you know.”

“Yeah... love you too. And I love Harry the same. But... I feel so awkward around him now that I'm actually feeling this way...” George sounded slightly confused. Fred knew it was because neither of them expected to love anyone other than each other so much. Their bond with each other was completely unbreakable, but their love for Harry had apparently become just as strong.

“We've not even been in a relationship with him that long,” Fred murmured contemplatively, wondering just what it was about Harry that made him completely irresistible, that made him so lovable. Ron had succumbed to it, protective of Harry in a brotherly way, Hermione was the same, his mum and dad thought of Harry as their own son.

“Yeah, well...” George said, as if that explained everything. Fred looked down at him, before snickering and looking back at the lake. George grinned, lifting his head and finally sitting up straight. Fred turned back to him and scanned the surrounding area in case anyone else was around, before running a hand through George's hair and pulling him in for a heavy kiss.

George sighed breathily, pressing back, mouth immediately opening and his tongue coming out to meet Fred's, entwining with it frantically.

Fred's tongue slid into George's mouth with some persuasion, and the redhead nipped at it lightly before pulling away, conscious of where they were, and who could come across them.

“We better get back inside. Umbridge next,” George said, breath fanning across Fred's face. Fred made a face at the mention of their first Defence class of the year, kissed George's wet lips quickly, and then began packing his stuff back into his bag.

George snatched his essay out of the air before Fred could take it with him and pretend it was his own. He stood, offering a hand out to Fred, who took it and used it to haul himself up.

The two stared at each other for a moment, hands clasped. Fred smiled and rubbed George's palm with his thumb, before pulling his hand away reluctantly and turning to walk to the castle.

George walked up beside him, swatting his butt playfully, and then running ahead when Fred laughed and began running after him, desperately wanting payback.

From across the lake, Ginny turned to Malfoy, who watched the twins with a raised eyebrow. Malfoy finally turned to Ginny, smirking coldly.

“I suppose you were right,” Malfoy murmured sympathetically- patronisingly. “How dastardly of them to act like that! Don't they realise how it will simply destroy your family?” he asked with fake understanding. Ginny sighed, looking away and shrugging. Malfoy smirked.

Harry Potter, the incestuous Weasley twin's bitch? Malfoy felt positively gleeful.

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Dun dun dun.

Quite a few people have pointed out how this seems Fred/Harry more than Fred/George/Harry, so I'm going to try and rectify that. At the start of the story, I was paranoid that the story was going in more a George/Harry way, so I added more of Fred, and then he ended up being the main star, somehow... Forgive me?

Loving all my readers and reviewers, big hugs!

Edited 30/12/10